Satvinder {A Short Story by Ravneet Sangha}

There was no place on earth that come close to Punjab especially in the monsoon season . The sway of the fields and the green against the dark menacing clouds was just spectacular..breathtaking , and Satvinder and her friends were sitting next to the village pond and dreaming about pakoras . It was a must that when it rains its the duty , faraz of potatoes and onions to be joined in a batter and jump into hot oil as pakoras ! It was just one of the unwritten rules that all followed .
Her mother and father at home had another dilemma they were facing . Someone from the next village had come with a match for Satvinder , they wanted a winter wedding and all that was required was that she give an IELTS exam plus the 22 lakhs for the boys travel visa to the agent. It was a good match , the boy belonged to a good family , they had a reasonable farm and the most important was that he was the only son . They were connected and the father was the Sarpanch ( village headman ) .
He had all the charisma , and outreach in the neighbouring villages and they’re izzat would be doubled in front of the biradaari . It all was that mattered to him, , daughters were expendable , and were just meant to be guarded till they reached the marriageable age and ‘rabb da shukhar Si ‘ she was gori Chitti and wasn’t wheatish like her mother . He had been wronged when he had been married.
Satvinder came home , without a care and ran in asking for a cup of tea from the maid , Rano. Rano was her confidante , her help , her true friend who would always help her to get out of scrapes. She knew not what she would do without her . Rano called her inside , and told her that a match had come for her and they were considering the pros and cons. She asked in jest , is he good looking ? Is he handsome? Where , what and how did everything happen …
Rano told her all about him , and that what did they wish for her to. She didn’t mention about the money bit . That was Biji’s place to tell .
Giving an english exam wasn’t tough ,it was just an exam . She could study , and take classes and qualify . Living abroad in Canada was the stuff of dream and she would be away from all the oppression and the strict attitude of her father . She would have freedom and she could wear and do exactly what she wanted .
It all started with a small ceremony , they gave her a beautiful gold bangle and she loved it . Everything was just as what she had wanted and studying , giving her exam and talking to Satnam made life perfect .
Satvinder was constantly coached by her mother over little nuances of life and how she should conduct herself. It was nagging sometimes. She shopped and days flew and everything fell in place. The whirlwind romance, the holding of hands, giving the exam and getting the requisite band that was needed by her. She knew that she looked beautiful on the day of the wedding , her lehenga and jewelry made her look like a princess !
And , it was like a dream that all had fallen in place and she looked at her jeans and herself sitting in the aeroplane . Her choora and mehendi was dark , ( she was a favorite of her mother in law ) . Satvinder started to sniff and cry thinking about her family , parents and everyone she had left behind but she knew it would be a start of a new beginning. She looked forward to it and Satnam was loving and he was also caring in his ways . Sometimes , he held her very hard when he kissed her and the entire act of lovemaking was just too hard . She had no one to ask , and googling said it gets easier .
A long flight and he was there to receive her . Everything was forgotten after she saw his familiar face in the sea of people and the buzz. Thank God ,her english was good and her ear for accent was very good. Her head was spinning , the time difference, the new place, the smells it all seemed alien. This wasn’t the image in her mind . But anyhow, she knew all would be fine .
Going home with Satnam , collecting luggage and reaching a tall building confused her. They were supposed to go to a home , those were the pictures she had seen. When she asked him ,he just this is a new flat ,  Ive bought, i wish to take you there . You’re my darling wife.
Anticipating the best , she knew her fears were unfounded. He took her up to flat and she also lugged in her extra bags . Walking in to the flat , which was new and brand new , she looked around. He took her to the bed , and that had been decorated with flowers on the side . The gesture won her over and he felt the weariness seep away .
Would you want to eat something ? Do you want a cup of tea? , he asked .
Nothing , just that I need a bath and I will just come back . I need to get the smell off me , she said.
Coming back after washing her hair and wearing the new night suit , she came close t him . He hugged her and took her in his arms , and the frenzy of tugging and kissing started. She wanted him to go slow , but he was a man possessed. The roughness and the pinching and the brutality made her ache and she was sore . He even had hit her on the back and that had triggered his release . This didn’t seem right .
He rolled over and told her he’d back in the morning . She was tuned , what do you mean?
I am married to someone here , her name is Janet . I just had to go with what my father wanted as he was threatening to disown me if  I didn’t marry a Punjabi girl . So , I just put some conditions and your father fell for all of them . He gave the money and I used it and you can live here for a month , the rent is paid , there is food in the fridge .
She was shocked , trying to register what all was said . She was in Canada , discharged off by her father , as she fit the bill ,used by her husband to settle the score with his father and she had been just sort of been raped . What a life .Who would she call or what would she say ?
She said Satnam , what did  I do wrong? I will be a good wife. don’t do this to me. My father will die when he hears of this . Please , please listen to me as he walked away .
It was an act , I don’t care about you .Look at yourself, you’re pendu, no style , uncouth , simple woman who cant ever match me . You’re here in Canada , that’s what you wanted , now life your life .
He walked away.
Shattered , shell shocked ,she sat down and dialler her father .
Hello , Papaji .
Haanji , Ive reached , haanji I am fine .
Oh , I am so glad , is Satnam there? He must be taking so much care , what a huge bungalow he has. You are so lucky . You are the envy of the entire khandaan and your Uncle says in a few years your brother can also come there after you get your citzenship. I am so proud of you . You’re my putt .
Hearing him say this, silent tears fell on her cheeks and she listened to him talking non stop and his happiness knew no bounds . She was in Canada and all that matters was that she could get them here.
Every Punjabis dream … another girl lost her self .